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Echoes of Neglect: Spoken Word for Veterans

Ginny M. Jones·November 11, 2023

Echoes of Neglect Spoken Word for Veterans written by: Ginny M. Jones In battles fought, they stood...

English Poetry

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Mere Human

James Yesley·November 8, 2023

Mere Human written by: James Yesley The pixie dances on moonlight. Far away from my troubles. She’s...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Sickle Moon

Mihaela Melnic·November 2, 2023

Sickle Moon written by: Mihaela Melnic When the dusk seeps through the ivy on the red-walled house,...

Poetry Halloween English

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The Haunted House

Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia·October 24, 2023

The Haunted House written by: Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia @AmitaPaulIAS That house imposing but in ruins Mosses darkening...

Poetry Halloween English

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Hunting for Ghosts

K.G. Munro·October 21, 2023

Hunting for Ghosts written by: K.G. Munro ‘Tis a season for monsters and devils! To appear during...

Poetry English Halloween

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Whispered Doubts

Jamie B·October 18, 2023

Whispered Doubts written by: Jamie B In shadows cast by whispered doubts There dwells a woman, fragile...

Poetry English

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Until Morning

Alan David Gould·October 17, 2023

Until Morning written by: Alan David Gould But for your smile, I would not have realized that...

Poetry English

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Love

Don Flecknoe·October 13, 2023

Love written by: Don Flecknoe He lies awake as thoughts race though his mind, Doubts imagined, doubts...

English Poetry

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Letting Go!

Shalini Kathuria Narang·October 13, 2023

Letting Go! written by: Shalini Kathuria Narang @shalinikat I remember as a child losing a favorite toy,...

English Poetry

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Paths

Francisc Edmund Balogh·October 6, 2023

Paths written by: Francisc Edmund Balogh You sheltered inside your heart the crossroads of the wind- the...

Poetry English

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180° JBJ

Scott C. Kaestner·October 5, 2023

180° JBJ written by: Scott C. Kaestner My mind wants to go there but I can’t remember...

Poetry English

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Clues

Dusk Butterfly·October 5, 2023

Clues written by: Dusk Butterfly the whittled line that is the ocean meeting the sky hypnotizes. the...

Poetry English

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A Late Walk

Spillwords·September 24, 2023

A Late Walk a poem by: Robert Frost When I go up through the mowing field, The...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Dry as a Bone

Fred Shrum·September 18, 2023

Dry as a Bone written by: Fred Shrum @fshrum I need a drink Not just one I...

English Poetry

·1 min read

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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